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[taratemima]

My mother insists that I vacuum the bed all by myself, which I did. No, I cannot do laundry until she catches up. I owe 11 to the psychiatrist, 50 to the credit card, 16.50 to the bus pass and 20 to the therapist. I got Thai food to cheer me up; maybe I shouldn't have. Oh well, I have lunch. I itch and can't tell whether it is my dry skin or bites. I hoped to save money this week. I guess I can forget that. Did I pay that ambulance bill? Did it just disappear, because I have yet to get it. Huh? I am really worried that the bill got lost and I am being dinned for not paying on time. If I could remember the number, I'd call them.

I think the part that pisses me off is that she assumes I am stupid. Yes, I know, I have to clean up, not like I haven't. No, Mom, I didn't eat the frosting. I did it once when I was a kid. I found it months later in the lazy Susan, but hey, not like you care. I am caught between forgetting things I ought to remember (shaving my legs, leaving stuff behind) and facing assumptions that I am an idiot. I may be easily distracted, I may have to work on social cues and things that need to be done (for instance, I hate the idea of ironing my clothing; they are clean, but rumpled. Not good for work). I am not, however, an idiot. I am trying to get it into my head that admitting I make mistakes does not mean I admit to being always incompetent or idiotic.

On a lighter note, I never watched a complete episode of "Friends." Didn't start now. I spent time before I went to bed playing video games, when I should have done dishes.

Today, I have errands to run, and this is good weather for it. I did a walk around the building during my lunch, which was a good idea.


Oh, and request for comment on that Unknown Armies campaign that metasized into its own universe.

See, it all started when I read the description for Geneamancers on http://www.unknown-armies.com , under the adepts section. I mapped out a family with adepts and avatars, but only the tree-trimmer knows what is truly going on.

Then I threw in an ascension cabal disguised as a scary, lawsuit-happy cult disguised as flaky Californian religion started by a pulp writer (based on a certain religion I shall not mention).

Now I have nine pages of within-cabal terms, nine pages of all the references I made to religious and mythological stuff and the biographies of significant family members.

I need quality control. Who wants to read it all?

(I may use this as a RoboHelp sample, along with "Lydia's Tale" and a fictional excerpt from a book about Waveology. Generally, I not only need quality control for concepts, but for writing style. I know that the fragments in the definitions will have be *gasp* actual paragraphs and sentences)